CHAPTER V.
"Tell me," said Raoul, when they were in the carriage, "how you came to
know M. Louvier."
"He is my chief mortgagee."
"H'm! that explains it. But you might be in worse hands; the man has a
character for liberality."
"Did your father mention to you my circumstances, and the reason that
brings me to Paris?"
"Since you put the question point-blank, my dear cousin, he did."
"He told you how poor I am, and how keen must be my lifelong struggle to
keep Rochebriant as the home of my race?"
"He told us all that could make us still more respect the Marquis de
Rochebriant, and still more eagerly long to know our cousin and the head
of our house," answered Raoul, with a certain nobleness of tone and
manner.
Alain pressed his kinsman's hand with grateful emotion. "Yet," he said
falteringly, "your father agreed with me that my circumstances would not
allow me to--"
"Bah!" interrupted Raoul, with a gentle laugh; "my father is a very
clever man, doubtless, but he knows only the world of his own day,
nothing of the world of ours. I and Enguerrand will call on you
to-morrow, to take you to my mother, and before doing so, to consult as
to affairs in general. On this last matter Enguerrand is an oracle.
Here we are at the Contessa's."
